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The Knock, Knock Club thanks you!

As the Knock, Knock club opens its doors to the finale of Volume 1 we’d just like to give a huge thanks to everyone who followed the series and those who stopped by for a drink or two. You made it a remarkable journey

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Beginning as a social group in Filton University the Kappa SO fraternity has been in existence for generations.

Their membership is exclusive to sons of elite members of society. Some of the most prominent members include Dr Gregory Winslow – one of the city’s best surgeons as well as the wealthy Beckingridge family and the owners of the Weir hotel chain. It has also been a stepping stone for generations of the Owen family as they dominated politics both in the city and wider across the country. Originally founded by Charles ‘Chick’ Owen – who sat as mayor of Coldford city – Kappa SO claim to be the creator of tomorrows leaders.

Money, privilege and every opportunity in the world is on the table for the boys of KSO. As the sons of the elite their paths are already forged for them. However, this leads to young men who are bored and always looking for the next big thrill.

Life in the Shady City is difficult enough but for the boys of Kappa SO it is a playground where they can bring mayhem and destruction, knowing their powerful parents will always be happy to keep them out of trouble.

If you want to pledge Kappa SO you better be ready to run wild!

Kappa SO have made their explosive entrance to the Knock, Knock graphic novel series but did you spot it? Perhaps mum and dad have cleared everything up already.

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What the club Wants

She was told to arrive at the club around four pm. Emily thought she would be the only one but there was another woman there. She was standing outside the door. The Knock, Knock club sign hung high about her head. She was beautiful, with porcelain skin and a finely formed figure beneath the black t shirt and khaki trousers she wore. She was far prettier than Emily. Emily never saw herself as anything special. Her fair hair was brittle and no matter how many bottles of dye she put over it she could never get it the shade of honey blonde she had as a girl. It just made it even more brittle.

She was nothing special but when she danced she turned heads. She was trained in ballet and tap. She could be dancing at some of the biggest theatres in the city but when the recession hit the theatres were shut down. She had to find her bread somehow so she answered a mysterious ad at the back of the Coldford Daily. ‘Dancers wanted’ it said. It didn’t specify which type of dance but Emily was sure it wouldn’t be ballet. She called the number given. The man she spoke to didn’t give her much information. He just asked her what experience she had, gave her an address and asked her to come by the club at four pm. Looking at the exterior of Knock, Knock nerves began to flutter in her stomach like opening night jitters. If she hadn’t been so desperate she would never have gone through with it.

“Do you work here?” Emily asked the other.

“Not yet,” she replied with a friendly smile. “I assume you are here for the dancer job?” she enquired.

Emily felt more at ease. If she had to bring herself to this seedy club to pay her well overdue bills then at least she would have a friend.

“The manager will be round in a minute to let us in,” she explained. The other woman’s choppy, black hair was luscious and had a playful hint of blue through it. “My name is Lydia”

She took Emily’s hand and shook it. “Are you sure you want to be in a place like this?” she asked.

“I have to get the work where I can,” she replied. The nerves returned.

Lydia was going to say something but before she could get the words out the door was pulled open. A tall, lean man inspected them both from the door way.

“Dancers?” he asked.

“That’s right,” Lydia answered for them both. Emily found herself nodding stupidly.

“Come on in,” he beckoned.

The inside of the club was even grottier than the exterior made it seem. The tables on the club floor had their chairs piled on top of them, not ready for that evening’s performance. On one of the vacant tables sat a pile of money. The man lifted the money and slipped it into a white bag. Lydia watched him closely.

“I’m Dennis. I’m manage this place,” he said when the money was stored away. “We’re in a bit of a bind. Our last dancer didn’t get on with our main act. To cut a long story short we need dancers to start right away.”

He pulled one of the chairs down and took a seat. The women remained standing.

“I’m free to start,” Emily managed to get the words out.

Dennis flicked the black hat he wore to the back of his head and leaned forward.

“I don’t have much time so let me see what you got.”

Emily looked to Lydia.

“Look,” he said reaching into his shirt pocket and producing a cigarette. “I can’t have you getting shy on me. I’m not running a kid’s club here. If you are going to dance you are going to have to please the customer. Now strip.”

Lydia raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. She pulled off her t shirt revealing a black brazier underneath. She unclipped the brazier and dropped the floor. She stood straight, bare breasted.

Dennis gave a sardonic smile.

“That a girl,” he commented.

He turned to Emily.

“So are you going to play the game or am I going to have to look elsewhere?”

Emily still hesitated. Dennis tapped his wrist.

“Time is money sweetness. Either you get the girls out or there is no work here for you.”

That day Emily peeled the clothes from her body under the leering stare of the club manager. The Knock, Knock club expected a lot from her. What else was she to do?

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Knock, Knock: Episode 9: Shootin’ The Breeze .

The explosive penultimate issue of the Knock, Knock series.

Episode 9: Shootin’ The Breeze

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It was a blazing warm day in the Shady City. Sarah came to the north side of Coldridge park with her dad, Kev. Since the sun shone brightly she was promised they would have some fun together then go for ice cream but when they reached the park some of Kev’s friends called him over. Whenever Kev suggested they go to the park there were always friends waiting for them.

“I thought we were going to kick the ball?” Sarah protested. The friends Kev met always held him up until it was too late and they had to go home again.

“I won’t be long,” Kev said. Sarah patted Ricky. The dog panted appreciatively. She tried not to pout. Her dad always got mad when she pouted. He would go off with his friends regardless. Maybe they would still get ice cream when he was done if she kept quiet.

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Knock, Knock: Episode 9: Shootin’ The Breeze .

 

It was a blazing warm day in the Shady City. Sarah came to the north side of Coldridge park with her dad, Kev. Since the sun shone brightly she was promised they would have some fun together then go for ice cream but when they reached the park some of Kev’s friends called him over. Whenever Kev suggested they go to the park there were always friends waiting for them.

 

“I thought we were going to kick the ball?” Sarah protested. The friends Kev met always held him up until it was too late and they had to go home again.

“I won’t be long,” Kev said. Sarah patted Ricky. The dog panted appreciatively. She tried not to pout. Her dad always got mad when she pouted. He would go off with his friends regardless. Maybe they would still get ice cream when he was done if she kept quiet.

“Stay here,” he warned.“Kev!” one of the men called to him.

Kev smiled and raised two fingers to them before wandering off and leaving his daughter behind.

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Sarah smiled at Ricky and kicked the ball for him to chase but the dog chased its owner instead. Sarah grumbled and sat on concrete steps that led to a supply shed.

 

As she watched her father exchange with his friends she realised she wouldn’t be returning any time soon. She picked up the shining red ball she had brought with her and started to play around with it.

She hadn’t made any team in school that year but the coach, Mrs Watson, told her that she showed promise and if she practised maybe she could the following year. Sarah kicked the ball. She flipped it up, trying to a move a Coldford City player had made famous. Unlike him it didn’t land at her feet. It rolled away. She chased after it. It was stopped by a woman.

 

The woman picked it up. She was pretty but not like Sarah’s mum. The woman had a movie star quality with long blonde hair and designer sunglasses.

“You ought to be careful,” she said. She had a warm voice, smooth like honey. “You wouldn’t want to lose your ball now would you?”

 

Sarah smiled at her. “Thanks Lady,” she said.

“Is that your dad over there?” the woman nodded towards Kev. He was still engaged in conversation. He hadn’t noticed the woman approach his daughter.

“Yeah the bald one is dad,” Sarah giggled. “That’s my dog too.”

 

“We’re going to get some ice cream,” Sarah divulged.

“He looks busy,” the woman replied. “Perhaps you and I can go get some while you are waiting.”

Sarah’s face lit up. She had been warned not to talk to strangers but the woman wasn’t at all like the strangers she imagined. She smelled of sweet perfume instead of alcohol. She was glamorous and pleasant. She was not at all like the rough looking, gin soaked men she had been warned of. The way she passed Sarah’s ball back to her was engaging and fun. She really did want that ice cream. It was still early morning but the temperature was soaring.

“I’m not supposed to leave the park.”

 

The woman ignored her statement. “You know, I don’t even have a favourite flavour. Maybe you could help me pick one out. We could get some for your dad too. His name is Kev right?”

Sarah was surprised. “You know him?”

“Of course I do,” said the woman. “I know you too, Sarah.”

Sarah beamed. “Yeah, that’s right.”

The woman pulled her sunglasses down and smiled at the child. She had a prominent gap between her front teeth that gave her a girlish, almost whimsical appearance.

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“How do you know my dad?” Sarah asked.

The woman put her arms around the child’s shoulder and the started towards the north east exit.

“Let’s get that ice cream and I’ll tell you all about it.”

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“What’s your name?” Sarah asked.

“Tabitha,” was the reply.

When Kev finished talking to his friends – one of whom he sold Ricky to – he returned to the steps to find his daughter was gone and all that was left behind was a shiny red ball.

 

***

I had been so angered by Dennis’ story of how Tabitha had come to own the Knock, Knock club and how he came to be involved I didn’t sleep at all that night. I locked the door of the room I had been given and lay on the bed to rest. I gathered my strength and waited for the morning when I could take the evidence I had to CPD. I gave myself some time to shake off any suspicion or watch the club had over me. It was early morning when I emerged again. I was glad to find none of the staff were there yet. Dennis would be nursing his wounds. I didn’t have to worry about him. He wouldn’t admit he had been talking to a reporter anyway. Tabitha on the other hand could make things very difficult for me.

It was when I reached the main part of the club I saw little Sarah sat at a table. She was completely unaware of the danger she was in.

‘Damn it,’ I thought to myself. I couldn’t leave her there.

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“Hey,” I said.

She looked up and smiled back at me. She was cute kid, with blonde hair and warm eyes. She seemed familiar somehow.

“Hey,” Sarah replied.

“What brings you here?” I took a breath and tried to sound as casual as possible.

“The lady told me I was to wait here,” Sarah explained. “She’s getting ice cream.”

I kept my distance, not wanting to scare her but I had a feeling I knew the lady she referred to. I was running out of time.

“Ice cream for breakfast? That’ll give you a stomach ache.”

Sarah shrugged with a smile.

 

“The lady that told you to wait here, was she tall, slim, gap in her teeth, kinda goofy looking?”

Sarah laughed. “Yeah, Tabitha,” she said.

Time was definitely running out.

“Listen to me kid,” I said, trying not to frighten her with my sudden seriousness. “My name is Sam. That lady is not your friend,” I said.

Sarah seemed confused. “I should wait here.”

I was filthy, unshaven and still stank of last night’s booze. I could see why the girl wouldn’t trust me over Tabitha.

“Where are your parents?” I asked.

“I was at the park with my dad,” she said. “Tabitha brought me here and told me to wait for her.”

“You can’t stay here,” I urged. Tabitha would be back any moment. “You are going to get hurt here. I’ll take you back to your dad but we have to leave now.”

Sarah blinked. She must have read something on my face because her instincts told her to believe me. She hadn’t felt quite right coming to the club without her dad knowing. She stood and followed me.

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“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’ll look out for you.”

We got to the exit of the club where we met Lydia.

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“Going somewhere?” she asked. Her eyes locked on Sarah.

“I’m getting out of this place and I’m not leaving without this kid,” I said to the dancer.

Lydia remained calm. “You have to be careful, Sam,” she said.

I was exhausted and in no mood to argue. “You can’t keep us here,” I said referring to myself and the little girl.

 

“I’m not trying to,” Lydia replied. “I’m saying you need to be careful. When you get to the alley turn left. If you go right they will see you.”

I thanked her. My first priority was getting Sarah back to her dad and then I was going to CPD with everything I knew.

 

What I didn’t know was that as I made my way from the club, relishing daylight again, the pocket I had kept the evidence phone in was now empty. Lydia had retrieved it.

“Where do you stay?” I asked Sarah as we got onto the street.

She pointed to the park entrance.

“Just at the other side of Coldridge,” she explained.

I took a firm hold of her arm. “We better hurry,” I urged her and we made our way to the park at a run.

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We crossed the park to the south west entrance where a row of rundown buildings lay.

“There he is. That’s my dad,” Sarah cheered. Kev was on the phone I stopped her before she could run to him. I started looking around. I couldn’t see anything amiss. “Okay, go to him,” I pushed.

 

I watched as Sarah and Kev were reunited. He lowered the phone.

“Where did you run off to?” he growled angrily. “I was trying to phone your fucking mother.”

 

“The lady was going to get us some ice cream but the man brought me back,” Sarah explained.

“Who?”

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Before Sarah could point me out, a shot cracked from somewhere in one of the buildings.

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Kev cried out. Before he could catch his daughter another shot rang out.

 

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It had come from what seemed like nowhere. My knees weakened. I had the strongest urge to vomit. My attempts to protect the little girl had brought her straight into the line of sight of a gun man with pin point accuracy.

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When I left the Knock, Knock club I swore I would never let another kid get hurt. Creeps, murderers, degenerates. The Shady City had them all and she didn’t like that I was trying to fight back.

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I will never forgive myself for what happened to that little girl that day. I was so overwhelmed with the sight of Sarah and her father being gunned down I didn’t hear steps approach me. I turned but before I could register the person behind me I was punched. Solid knuckle dusters caught me on the side of the head knocking me out cold.

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Knock, Knock: Episode 9: Shootin’ The Breeze .

(Sarah and Kev going to the park)

It was a blazing warm day in the Shady City. Sarah came to the North side of Coldridge park with her dad, Kev. Since the sun shone brightly she was promised they would have some fun together then go for ice cream. When they reached the park some of Kev’s friends called him over. Whenever Kev suggested they go to the park some of Kev’s friends called him over. Whenever Kev suggested they go to the park there were always friends waiting for them.

“I thought we were going to kick the ball?” Sarah protested. The friends Kev met at the park always held him up until it was too late and they had to go home again.

“I won’t be long,” Kev said.

Sarah patted Ricky. The dog panted appreciatively. She tried not to pout. Her dad always got mad when she pouted. He would go off with his friends regardless. Maybe they would still get ice cream when he was done if she kept quiet.

“Stay here,” he warned.

“Kev!” one of the men called to him.

Kev smiled and raised two fingers to them before wandering off and leaving his daughter behind.

(Kev with the two fingers)

Sarah smiled at Ricky and kicked the ball for him to chase but the dog chased its owner instead. Sarah grumbled and sat on concrete steps that led to a supply shed.

(Sarah sat on the steps)

As she watched her father exchange with his friends she realised she wouldn’t be returning any time soon. She picked up the shining red ball she had brought with her and started to play around with it.

(Playing with the ball)

She hadn’t made any team in school that year but the coach, Mrs Watson, told her that she showed promise and if she practiced maybe she could the following year. Sarah kicked the ball. She flipped it up, trying to a move a Coldford City player had made famous. Unlike him it didn’t land at her feet. It rolled away. She chased after it. It was stopped by a woman.

(Tabitha’s feet)

The woman picked it up. She was pretty but not like Sarah’s mum. The woman had a movie star quality with long blonde hair and designer sunglasses.

“You ought to be careful,” she said. She had a warm voice, smooth like honey. “You wouldn’t want to lose your ball now would you?”

(Giving the ball back)

Sarah smiled at her. “Thanks Lady,” she said.

(Sarah and Tabs exchange)

“Is that your dad over there?” the woman nodded towards Kev. He was still engaged in conversation. He hadn’t noticed the woman approach his daughter.

“Yeah the bald one is dad,” Sarah giggled. “That’s my dog too.”

(Kev and associates playing with dog)

“We’re going to get some ice cream,” Sarah divulged.

“He looks busy,” the woman replied. “Perhaps you and I can go get some while you are waiting.”

Sarah’s face lit up. She had been warned not to talk to strangers but the woman wasn’t at all like the strangers she imagined. She smelled of sweet perfume instead of alcohol. She was glamorous and pleasant. She was not at all like the rough looking, gin soaked men she had been warned of. The way she passed Sarah’s ball back to her was engaging and fun. She really did want that ice cream. It was still early morning but the temperature was soaring.

“I’m not supposed to leave the park.”

(Sarah looking)

The woman ignored her statement. “You know, I don’t even have a favourite flavour. Maybe you could help me pick one out. We could get some for your dad too. His name is Kev right?”

Sarah was surprised. “You know him?”

“Of course I do,” said the woman. “I know you too, Sarah.”

Sarah beamed. “Yeah, that’s right.”

The woman pulled her sunglasses down and smiled at the child. She had a prominent gap between her front teeth that gave her a girlish, almost whimsical appearance.

(Tabby grin)

“How do you know my dad?” Sarah asked.

The woman put her arms around the child’s shoulder and the started towards the north east exit.

“Let’s get that ice cream and I’ll tell you all about it.”

(Tabs and Sarah walking away)

“What’s your name?” Sarah asked.

“Tabitha,” was the reply.

When Kev finished talking to his friends – one of whom he sold Ricky to – he returned to the steps to find his daughter was gone and all that was left behind was a shiny red ball.

(Kev not looking for Sarah)

***

I had been so angered by Dennis’ story of how Tabitha had come to own the Knock, Knock club and how he came to be involved I didn’t sleep at all that night. I locked the door of the room I had been given and lay on the bed to rest. I gathered my strength and waited for the morning when I could take the evidence I had to CPD. I gave myself some time to shake off any suspicion or watch the club had over me. It was early morning when I emerged again. I was glad to find none of the staff were there yet. Dennis would be nursing his wounds. I didn’t have to worry about him. He wouldn’t admit he had been talking to a reporter anyway. Tabitha on the other hand could make things very difficult for me.

It was when I reached the main part of the club I saw little Sarah sat at a table. She was completely unaware of the danger she was in.

‘Damn it,’ I thought to myself. I couldn’t leave her there.

(Sam spots Sarah)

“Hey,” I said.

She looked up and smiled back at me. She was cute kid, with blonde hair and warm eyes. She seemed familiar somehow.

(Sam and Sarah exchange)

“Hey,” Sarah replied.

“What brings you here?” I took a breath and tried to sound as casual as possible.

“The lady told me I was to wait here,” Sarah explained. “She’s getting ice cream.”

I kept my distance, not wanting to scare her but I had a feeling I knew the lady she referred to. I was running out of time.

“Ice cream for breakfast? That’ll give you a stomach ache.”

Sarah shrugged good naturedly.

“The lady that told you to wait here, was she tall, slim, gap in her teeth, kinda goofy looking?”

Sarah laughed. “Yeah, Tabitha,” she said.

Time was definitely running out.

“Listen to me kid,” I said, trying not to frighten her with my sudden seriousness. “My name is Sam. That lady is not your friend,” I said.

Sarah seemed confused. “I should wait here.”

(Sam and Sarah exchange)

I was filthy, unshaven and still stank of last night’s booze. I could see why the girl wouldn’t trust me over Tabitha.

“Where are your parents?” I asked.

“I was at the park with my dad,” she said. “Tabitha told me to wait for her here.”

“You can’t stay here,” I urged. Tabitha would be back any moment. “You are going to get hurt here. I’ll take you back to your dad but we have to leave now.”

Sarah blinked. She must have read something on my face because her instincts told her to believe me. She hadn’t felt quite right coming to the club without her dad knowing. She stood and followed me.

(Sam and Sarah leaving the club)

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’ll look out for you.”

We got to the exit of the club where we met Lydia.

(Sam meeting Lydia)

“Going somewhere?” she asked. Her eyes locked on Sarah.

“I’m getting out of this place and I’m not leaving without this kid,” I said to the dancer.

Lydia remained calm. “You have to be careful, Sam,” she said.

I was exhausted and in no mood to argue. “You can’t keep us here,” I said referring to myself and the little girl.

“I’m not trying to,” Lydia replied. “I’m saying you need to be careful. When you get to the alley turn left. If you go right they will see you.”

I thanked her. My first priority was getting Sarah back to her dad and then I was going to CPD with everything I knew.

(Sam and Sarah leaving)

What I didn’t know was that as I made my way from the club, relishing daylight again, the pocket I had kept the evidence phone in was now empty. Lydia had retrieved it.

(Lydia taking the phone)

“Where do you stay?” I asked Sarah as we got onto the street.

She pointed to the park entrance.

“Just at the other side of Coldridge,” she explained.

I took a firm hold of her arm. “We better hurry,” I urged her and we made our way to the park at a run.

(Sam and Sarah on the street)

We crossed the park to the south west entrance where a row of rundown buildings lay.

“There he is. That’s my dad,” Sarah cheered. Kev was on the phone I stopped her before she could run to him. I started looking around. I couldn’t see anything amiss. “Okay, go to him,” I pushed.

I watched as Sarah and Kev were reunited. He lowered the phone.

“Where did you run off to?” he growled angrily. “I was trying to phone your fucking mother.”

(Kev and Sarah exchange)

“The lady was going to get us some ice cream but the man brought me back,” Sarah explained.

“Who?”

(Sam watching)

(Target scope)

Before Sarah could point me out, a shot cracked from somewhere in one of the buildings.

(Sarah shot)

Kev cried out. Before he could catch his daughter another shot rang out.

(Kev shot)

It had come from what seemed like nowhere. My knees weakened. I had the strongest urge to vomit. My attempts to protect the little girl had brought her straight into the line of sight of a gun man with pin point accuracy.

(Buddy)

When I left the Knock, Knock club I swore I would never let another kid get hurt. Creeps, murderers, degenerates. The Shady City had them all and she didn’t like that I was trying to fight back.

(Sam looking on from the alley)

I will never forgive myself for what happened to that little girl that day. I was so overwhelmed with the sight of Sarah and her father being gunned down I didn’t hear steps approach me. I turned but before I could register the person behind me I was punched. Solid knuckle dusters caught me on the side of the head knocking me out cold.

(Simon’s punch)

The Law Makers

When it comes to the law in the Shady City there is no getting past Judge Karyn Doyle. If you have done wrong the chances are you will be brought before her table and asked to explain yourself.

In a city were thieves, perverts, murderers and villains of all description run amok her gavel will fall hard.

The Law Makers are a wealthy, powerful sect located in the Court House in the North. If they get themselves involved the outcome certainly doesn’t look promising.

All rise and quiet in the court room. Judge Doyle will hold session and you best plead guilty if you hope of any chance of leniency.

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Knock, Knock: Episode 8: Kids These Days

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Tabitha climbed aboard the night bus that would take her into the city. The driver gave her a suspicious look but she turned and waved to a random woman on the platform. The woman – looking a little confused – waved back. Luckily the driver assumed she was a relative come to see Tabitha off and was drunk instead of confused. She paid for her ticket using Ma’s cash and sat herself at the back. The driver asked no questions.

When the bus arrived in Coldford she wasted no time. She dashed off to the Shanties where the Knock, Knock club lay.

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When she finally reached the club the sky was starting to show early signs of dawn. The club was empty. It had been burned out. She stood in silent shock watching what was once her haven now reduced to an empty shell. She had had no idea something had gone down there.

The Knock, Knock club had been where her true family lived. Her aunt, Tawny, being the headliner. The feather dancing girls loved Tabitha too. They all kissed their fingers and tapped her forehead as the lined up to go on stage like Tabitha was their lucky charm. Tawny looked to her watching from the wings of the stage as she sang. Tabitha adored the sound of the cheering audience. She once peeked out from behind the curtain. The audience cheered for her too when they saw the young girl’s beaming face. She waved to them. They applauded in return. Tawny turned, laughed.

“My niece ladies and gents. Isn’t she a beauty?”

Tabitha was pulled back by Agnes, the stage producer. “Stay behind the curtain,” she warned.

Agnes was also Tawny’s girlfriend and the most level headed person Tabitha had ever known. She was the sensible driving force in a wonderful flurry of sequins, music and performance.

True to this Agnes always looked out for Tabitha. She came back stage one evening to find Tawny offering her niece a cigarette.

“You can’t give her that!” Agnes warned, pulling the cigarette away.

Tawny shrugged. “It’s just a ciggy.”

“She’s too young and it’s a filthy habit. Do you really want her picking that up? Jesus Christ Tawn!”

Tawny grinned and pulled the packet off the table. “Well if you’re going to get religious about it.”

“I’ll crucify you if you’re not upstairs in five minutes. Jack is just finishing up.”

“Well I mustn’t disappoint.  See you in a bit Trouble.” She kissed Tabitha’s head and took Agnes’ arm. “Madame Dictator, lead the way.” She looked back at her niece and winked.

Agnes smiled at Tabitha too. “We’ll be back soon.”

But would they? It was all gone. Jack the pianist, the feather girls, the stern but loving Agnes, Aunt Tawny who they all called The Baroness. Someone had deliberately destroyed the club and Tabitha – still with the blood of her parents motivating her – would find out who.

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The docks were close by so Tabitha made her way there. If something had gone down at the club Aunt Tee would have no doubt returned to the islands where she came from. She hadn’t been waiting long when a man approached her.

“Hey kid, are you lost?” he asked.

Tabitha shrugged and turned away from him. “Not really,” she said.

He stopped and surveyed her. Tabitha’s accent didn’t sound native to the Shanties. “You shouldn’t be out here. This isn’t a safe neighbourhood.”

“I’m waiting for the ferry. I’m going to my aunt.”

He looked out at the docks. “The ferry doesn’t come at this hour,” he said. “There won’t be another one until morning.”

Tabitha became impatient, the image of the burned out club still fresh on her mind.

“What are you? The ferry master?”

He ignored the comment. “Where are your parents?”

“They’re gone. That’s why I’m going to my aunt.”

“What age are you?” he asked.

“Old enough,” Tabitha returned coldly.

“What’s your aunt’s name?” the man pressed. “Maybe I know her. I do a lot of business over on the islands.”

“Do you know the Knock, Knock club?”

He smiled smoothly. He was very well kept and handsome. He seemed like an unusual figure in such a run down area of the city. “Everyone around here knows the Knock, Knock club. Did she work there?” Tabitha was hesitant to say any more. “Look, I’m going to call my wife, okay? She’s a social worker and she’ll help you get in touch with your aunt.”

He removed a phone from the inside pocket of the tailored suit he wore. He dialled, listened briefly before beginning the conversation.

“Hey Liv. Sorry did I wake you?” he asked. He listed to the response. “I’ve got a girl here. She says she’s trying to get to the islands.” Again he listed. He pulled the phone away from his ear and asked Tabitha, “What’s your name kid?” Tabtiha told him. “She says her name is Tabitha.” He listened to the response. “Sure,” he said before passing the phone to Tabitha.

“Hello?” Tabitha said hesitantly.

“Hello Tabitha. My name is Olivia. The man you are with is my husband. His name is Dennis. Are you in any trouble? You just have to say yes or no?”

Tabitha thought about it. “No,” she said.

“That’s good,” Olivia replied genuinely. “The thing is sweetie, where you are isn’t very safe. There are no trains, buses or ferries out of there at this time so Dennis is going to bring you to me. You don’t have to be worried. I’ll be waiting for you and I will help you get in touch with someone. Does that sound okay?”

Tabitha shrugged. “I’ll be fine, really.”

Olivia didn’t press nor did she give up. “Would you at least like a warm drink until transport starts running again?”

Tabitha decided it would be better. She hadn’t heard from Tawny since Pa had forced her from the house.

 

 

“What happened to the Knock, Knock? Tabitha asked when she climbed into a car beside Dennis.

“I don’t want to worry you but I heard there was some kind of explosion,” he replied. He kept his eyes on the road. “I’m sure your aunt is fine though. You would have heard otherwise, right?”

“Right,” Tabitha agreed. She glanced from the window just as they passed BOBBY’S LUNCH BOX. Tabitha’s stomach growled. The last thing she ate was Nanny Lynn’s toffees.

“That’s a pretty dress you’re wearing,” Dennis commented. “Where you at a party?”

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As the woman on the phone had said she was waiting for them. They pulled into the driveway of a quaint but pretty home in the lower west, not far from where she had met Dennis. Olivia came rushing out to greet them. The headlights caught a heavily pregnant bump.

 

“Nice to meet you Tabitha,” she said. You aren’t hurt or anything are you?”

“No.” Tabitha felt a little overwhelmed at the concern from a stranger.

“Make yourself at home kid,” Dennis announced when they stepped inside.

“Are you tired?” Olivia asked.

Tabitha shook her head but she was busy taking in the home. She watched as Olivia closed the door to see how it was locked and bolted. She noticed some social work certificates in the name of Olivia Platt. They were signed by Judge Karyn Doyle.

“Do you know Judge Doyle?” Tabitha asked.

“She handles most of my cases,” Olivia replied. “Were you in her care?”

Tabitha shook her head and dismissed the comment quickly. “Just wondered.”

“What’s your poison?” Dennis asked. Olivia scowled at him. “What?” he laughed. “I meant tea, coffee, cocoa?”

“I’ll have some cereal. I’m kinda hungry,” Tabitha admitted.

“What kind do you like?”

“Queen Corn I guess …” the cereal advert still played on her mind.

Tabitha’s gaze started to take in the baby bump. “When are you due?” she asked.

“Any day now actually,” Olivia answered proudly.

“Boy or girl?”

“Boy. His name is Milo.”

 

 

Tabitha grinned. Olivia tried to hazard a guess at her age.

“Hi Milo!” Tabitha cheered waving at the womb. “I’m Tabby.”

 

 

Needless to say, Tabitha didn’t leave the Platt home the following day on the ferry. She tried to call her aunt on the last number she had but it was out of service. She tried Agnes too but with no luck. When Dennis discovered it was the baroness that Tabitha was related too (a well known figure in the area) he made some enquiries about the Knock, Knock club. From what he found out it was attacked by a group of youths and it was burned out. There was no word of anyone surviving.

Tabitha still wouldn’t discuss where she came from. Whenever Olivia tried to ask her about her home life she became bitter and closed off. Olivia was concerned but Tabitha continued writing letters to her aunt and sending them to any possible place she might be. Olivia fetched clothes for her, put food to her and even involved her in discussions on the imminent arrival of Milo. When the baby was born Tabtiha fussed over him. She ran errands and when Olivia was tired offered to take him walks.

 

 

“She’s still not heard anything from her aunt,” Dennis said. “None of the hospitals have heard anything either.”

“What are we going to do?” Olivia asked as they watched Tabitha play with Milo.

“Well we can’t throw her out on the street, can we? She must have family somewhere. I have people all over looking for the baroness but nothing yet.”

More time wore on and Tabtiha became like one of the family.

 

 

Olivia offered to alert Judge Doyle to her plight but Tabitha became angry.

“I like you Liv. You’ve been good to me but if you tell her I’m here I will put Milo in the fucking microwave and make you eat him,” she growled.

Olivia was shocked at the outburst. In all her years of working with troubled young people she had never heard such things.

“I just want to get you home, sweetie,” she managed.

Luckily Tabitha softened. “I wouldn’t hurt little Milo,” she giggled. “Unless someone made me,” she was careful to add. “Leave the judge out of it. I’ll find my aunt.”

More time passed and the young girl had firmly cemented herself in their home. Milo was growing fast. He adored Tabitha. Every time he saw her he gave a huge grin.

 

 

Dennis too seemed oblivious to the intrusion into their home. What began as inviting a young girl to safety became uncomfortable and stifling. Only Olivia seemed to notice this. Dennis enjoyed the young girl’s company and so did Milo.

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Olivia was called to a conference in the city one weekend and she would spend the night there. Her intentions were to visit the Court House and find out more about who Tabitha was. Given her reaction to Judge Doyle that was where the answers lay.

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Dennis had been speaking to some associates and when he returned he found Tabitha had put Milo to bed and was watching her favourite show. Relishing the quiet he joined her on the sofa.

“Whatcha watching?” he asked playfully.

Tabitha raised an eyebrow. “It’s right there on the screen,” she said.

He drew closer to her and reached an arm behind and rested it on the sofa. He felt giddy. With Olivia gone it was just the two of them.

 

 

“It’s fun having the house to ourselves,” he said. “We’ve grown close, haven’t we?”

Tabitha didn’t take her eyes away from the screen. “Too close. You’re in my space. Move!” she barked.

Dennis ran a hand softly along up her leg. “Come on,” he purred. “You and I can have some fun.”

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He clasped her hand and pulled it towards his aching crotch. “Come on,” he said again. This time with a little more force.

Tabitha tried to pull her hand away but he had gripped her tightly.

“Get the fuck off me!” she snarled but Dennis paid no attention. He wanted her then and he would have her.

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He grabbed her and flipped her over on the sofa. He pushed behind her with a leering grunt.

“You want this,” he said. “You know you do.”

 

 

Tabitha snarled. She bit down on his arm and he yelped in pain. She threw her head back catching his nose and bursting it. She climbed onto her feet and when she saw Dennis hadn’t fallen she punched him heavily on the nose causing a satisfying explosion of blood as it burst. Dennis tumbled to the floor.

 

 

“I’m sorry,” Dennis whimpered.

 

 

Tabitha laughed with a horrid mixture of childish giddiness and grown up scorn.

“Oh you fucking will be,” she said. “For the rest of your life you will remember this moment as the time you fucked up royally.”

 

 

She turned to the television. She pushed the button to change the output and on the screen flashed the scene that had just occurred. A concealed camera had recorded everything.

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“This will be a little memento in case you forget.”

“You set this up!?” he gasped.

Tabitha shrugged. “Let’s just say I know creeps like you,” she replied. She watched the screen and laughed again. “You are so fucking screwed!” she cheered with a tune hanging in her voice. “Just not the way you hoped.” She looked closely at her own image. “The camera loves me,” she grinned. “Look at your nose. I really cracked you good.”

The scene was interrupted by Milo crying. Dennis tried to stand to check on him but Tabitha shot him a warning glare.

“You stay here, perv. I’ll check on him.” She skipped across to the steps. “If you ever lay a finger on me telling Liv will be the least of your worries. I will cut your fucking balls off.” She looked back at the screen. “Actually, if I’ve missed my show because of this I may still cut your balls off.” She sighed with amusement at her own jest and finally started climbing the stairs. “Coming Milo,” she called to the crying child.

 

***

When Olivia returned she sensed something was wrong but Dennis wouldn’t admit it. Tabitha carried on as she always had.

Olivia had been unable to meet with Karyn Doyle. The district court judge and chair of the child services committee had been involved in an explosion too. A car bomb had left her critical in hospital.

“Do you think those two things are related?” Olivia asked Dennis but he didn’t seem to be listening.

“I don’t know do I?” he finally said.

“Maybe one of your associates would know?”

Dennis mostly ran couriers around the city and as such he came into contact with lots of different people. He didn’t ask any more questions about the Knock, Knock club though. Instead he distanced himself from his wife and child. Olivia noticed his being more subdued.

 

More time passed. Olivia tried to contact the judge when she heard she had made a miraculous recovery. Dennis finally spurred into action.

“Don’t do that!” he grabbed the telephone from her with a shaking hand.

Olivia remembered Tabitha’s threats on Milo but couldn’t believe that she should take them seriously.

“She needs help Dennis. She needs a home,” Olivia protested.

“She doesn’t want the judge to know she is here.” Dennis was almost pleading with his wife.

“Since when does Tabitha make the decisions around here?” Olivia returned with some venom. “It’s what is best for her.”

Given the urgency of Dennis’ plead Olivia left it. The judge would need time to recover from her ordeal anyway.

Time continued to pass. Tabitha grew older. Milo started to grow up. Until one day Dennis returned home to find Tabitha on the sofa with a packed bag at her feet and a coat on. Olivia was gone to places unknown with no intention of returning. She had taken Milo with her.

“Better get packed,” Tabitha said.

“Where are we going?” Dennis asked.

“To rebuild the Knock, Knock club.”

***

 

 

I stared at him for a little while after he told me this trying to process what it all meant.

“I’ve made some mistakes in my life but that was by far the worst and I’ve been paying for it ever since,”

Tabitha could handle herself whatever age she had been, that much was clear, but what I couldn’t get out of my mind were other little girls who hadn’t been so lucky. Frightened, trembling as Dennis’ long frame leaned over them. Their chances of first love gone forever in some sleazy hotel room with someone old enough to be their father. I could almost hear their painful screams.

“How long?” I growled.

“What do you mean?”

“How long before you met Tabitha did you have a fondness for little girls?”

Dennis’ eyes widened. There was still some self preservation left in him yet.

“It’s easy to condemn. It is sick, unnatural even, but you can’t fight it until you understand it.” he said.

The human part of me wasn’t interested in his excuses but that human part was shrinking more and more. All that was left was the reporter in me and that reporter was that story. It was a something that had to be told to warn others.

When he saw I wasn’t retreating he continued.

“At first I didn’t realise it was happening. There were lots of girls. The foreign ones fresh to the city were the best. They were always so eager to please in the hope you would help them make a home. I loved that vulnerability in them, that submissiveness. I couldn’t get enough so I started seeking them out. The more desperate they were the better. They started to get younger. Teenaged girls that knew what they were doing. After a while that didn’t satisfy me any more. They had to be fresher, easier to control. I didn’t want to feel that way. You have to believe me. It was like an addiction, a compulsion. The opportunity was always there, especially with Liv’s work. The grown ups of Shady City were too busy worrying about themselves. They left their daughters open and free for guys like me. The young girls were all that I lived for. Then Olivia fell pregnant. I began to think about how I would feel if someone did the things I did to those girls with my kid. So it ended. I still felt those impulses, attractions but I controlled it. I concentrated on my wife and I focused on my kid. We had it good. Then, when I saw Tabitha, it all came flooding back. She behaved like an adult but underneath all that make up and bravado she was just as ripe as the rest of them. She knew though, I don’t know how but she did. She knew what her knowing little smiles were doing to me and her touches.”

I had heard enough. My fists curled. I tried to walk away but he pulled me back. I’ve never been a violent man but I swung my fist and caught him a heavy blow on the face. He fell against the bar.

“You sick fuck!” I cried losing all of my usual composure, shaking the pain from my hand.

It wouldn’t be long before Tabitha joined us so I took a deep breath. I was getting out of that place and I was damned if I was going to let another little kid be harmed.

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No Toys In The Attic

She smelled the air. It all felt so brand new to her. It was almost like she hadn’t sampled the scent of the city before.

“You have a whole new life ahead of you peaches,” said Dennis.

He always called her peaches. He said it was because it was how her hair smelled. Dennis was the only person that had ever been nice to her. Even her parents disliked her. Her dad called her a retard. Her mother could barely look at her when her sister was so much smarter, so much more beautiful. Dennis had rescued her. He had climbed the tower of the Pinnacle Institute and carried her away. The doctors had told her she was sick. She didn’t feel sick. They called it intellectual disability but when the doctors backs were turned the nurses called her an idiot or a simpleton. All she knew was that she didn’t think about things the way people seemed to want her to and it made them mad. She was twenty years old but she remained locked in her childish imagination. Her parents didn’t love her but she still loved them and her pretty sister. They didn’t want want her in the home so when the doctor called told them she had conduct disorder they locked her away in the hospital and didn’t want to see her any more.

Dennis came to see her though. He came to see her all the time and he smiled for her and he was so handsome. He held her and comforted her and she never wanted to leave. One day he came to her and told her he had rescued her from the nasty hospital and was taking her home.

Chloe knew she was lucky. She was the luckiest girl alive.

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Dennis took her to a place called the Knock, Knock Club. He told her she would have to earn her keep and she was okay with that. He had rescued her so she didn’t want to upset him.

The first few nights at the Knock, Knock club were quiet. A woman who worked behind the bar befriended her. She was kind to Chloe and as Chloe stood with an empty tray in her hand the bar maid told her that if she needed any help to come find her. One of the members of the band that played at the club smiled at her. He shook her hand and introduced himself. He was a black man with a  wide smile and he made her smile too.

At the end of the night the club began to clear. It was late. It was a lot later than she would normally have been awake. At the hospital they always told her she had be in her bed and asleep by ten o’clock. At the Knock, Knock club she had no bedtime.

After the club has cleared Dennis came to her.

“How was the first night?” he asked.

Chloe hid her tired eyes behind an excited smile. “It was fun,” she said. “I liked it.”

Dennis wrapped his arm around her. She felt so safe by his side.

“Glad to hear it,” he said. “I have something more for you.”

Chloe was tired but she didn’t want to make Dennis sad so she feigned enthusiasm.

“What is it?”

Dennis tightened her grip. Now they were walking up the stairs to the upper floors of the club. He was leading her to the room she could have. It didn’t smell as clean as the hospital but she would love it all the same.

“I have new friends for you who want to visit your room,” he said. “They want to give you special cuddles.”

Chloe was confused. She had heard of special cuddles before but she always thought those were between a mother and a father.

“Do I have to?” she asked.

Dennis stopped. At first his expression was blank but then his teeth were bared and his eyes brightened. He rested a hand under her chin and petted his lip.

“You don’t want to be selfish do you? You want more friends like me wouldn’t you?”

Chloe lowered her gaze. He didn’t like the way he was looking at her. She didn’t want her to be angry with him.

“I guess,” she said.

“I can tell them all that you don’t want to be friends with them and want special cuddles,” he said but his voice sounded upset.

“No please!” she grabbed his arm. “I can be friends with them too.”

Dennis smiled. He was happy again. He ran his finger gently down her cheek. Her heart beat a little faster.

“As long as I am always your best friend.”

Chloe agreed. She agreed to have lots of new friends but Dennis would always remain her best.

That night the first of the new friends visited her room. They were mostly men much older than her. She let them undress her and gave them the special cuddles whichever way they asked her to. At first she didn’t mind. Sometimes she even enjoyed it. As time went on it became more frequent. It even became painful. She didn’t like the new friends any more and she certainly didn’t like them leering at her naked, helpless body.

One came to her room. He wasn’t kind to her. He barely spoke to her. She let him into her room and immediately he pulled off his shirt revealing an obese, middle aged body. He pushed her onto the bed with such first she cried out. Her head hit the wooden bed frame and she began to cry.

“Leave me, leave me, leave me!” she repeated over and over again but the man took no notice. He was not a new friend.

“Shut up!” he spat on her. “I’ve paid good money so you will do what you’re fucking told!” he screamed at her.

She was frightened. She tried to climb out from underneath him but she couldn’t get away. He held her hands above her head. He kissed her but all she could do was continue to cry. She called for Dennis but he didn’t come to rescue her this time. She couldn’t wriggle away so she had to just let him have what he wanted.

“You need to get a hold of your girls,” complained the client to Dennis as he handed over a thick pile of bank notes. “That one gave me some trouble.”

“I’ll have a talk with her.”

“I’ll be back,” he warned. “Get it together or I will let Miss T know what you are doing behind her  back.” He growled. “You remember what happened to Rex. They are still looking for it …”

Dennis shook his arm playfully. “Come on,” he said. “We’re all friends here. I’ll have a talk to her. She’s just a little overworked.”

Dennis found Chloe in her bed. She was clutching white sheets to her. The area over her lap was blood stained. Dennis sat on the bed beside her.

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“What’s wrong?” he asked her. Chloe fell onto his shoulder sobbing. “I thought you liked giving special cuddles.”

She didn’t want to upset him. He was the knight that had come to rescue her like in the story books. He had taken her away from that horrible hospital and loved her when her own parents didn’t.

“I do like special cuddles,” she said. Her teary eyes were still wide and unfocused. “I love them and I will give more if you want me to.”

Dennis patted her back.

“Good girl.”

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Play The Game: A tale from the Shady City

Andre Luis was the best striker his old club – Luen – had ever had. The fans adored him and he had saw his team to the most trophies in the club’s history so it was a surprise for him when he received a phone call from his agent telling him he was being transferred to Coldford City.  

He had lived all of his life in Luen. It was a warm climate, a familiar culture and all his favourite night clubs were close by.  

The minute he arrived in Coldford he realised why it was called ‘Shady City’. Thick heavy clouds hung in the sky. Rain was imminent. He pushed the sun glasses up onto the top of his head and let them rest in the thick mop of blonde hair. He groaned. The driver navigated through a labyrinth of tall, grey buildings to the centre where Coldford City Stadium was located. He drew his phone from his pocket and pressed the speed dial button he kept his agent on.  

“Yes Jean,” answered the bright and cheery voice of sport’s agent, Rick. “How are you settling in.”  

“Settling in? I’m not even there yet. Have you ever been in this city before? Where have you sent me?” Andre Luis had a thick French accent but he spoke excellent English.  

Rick laughed. “She doesn’t look like much but there will be lots of opportunities for you in the Shady City. See the stadium, sign the paperwork. You’ll feel at home soon enough.”  

Andre Luis was still not appeased. “The food at the airport was terrible, the weather is terrible and the apartment you set me up with won’t be ready until five. What am I to do until then?”  

Rick had been dealing with diva football players for years and Andre Luis was one of his major clients. “You will love the city once you get to know her. Coldford City have been making major headway in the Super League. A season or two with them could even mean a golden boot for you. Trust me.” 

That was Rick’s catch phrase. Trust me.  

“Fine,” Andrei Luis ended the call abruptly. He pulled the sun glasses back down onto his nose and folded his arms across his chest.  

He had been the greatest player ever to grace the pitch of Luen but one prize always escaped him. He had dreamt of the golden boot ever since he was a boy. If that could be his then the move to Coldford City wouldn’t be so bad after all. The night life in Shady City was also meant to be legendary.  

 *** 

Coldford City stadium was larger than he remembered from the last time played there.  Clearly it had had a lot of work done, like some ageing whore. 

Press were waiting. He waved to them as he climbed out of the car but kept the sunglasses on. One reporter – auburn haired, tall and in his early thirties – pushed to the front. He waved a recording device underneath the soccer star’s mouth.  

“Sam Crusow from the Daily,” he announced proudly. “How do you feel about joining Coldford City?”  

Andre Luis removed the sun glasses and spied the press badge Sam wore around his neck. He was holding a scarf with the blue and black colouring of the team.  

“It’s an honour for me to play for such a prestigious club with such great supporters,” he said. He flashed a smile for the photographers.  

The press erupted into vulture like cries with more questions but Andre Luis waved them off. The chairman – Alex Grover – was waiting for him at the executive entrance. 

“There will be time for questions later,” he told the press. Andre Luis was led inside. 

Alex shook his hand enthusiastically.  

“We’re really excited to see what you can bring to the team, Jean,” he gushed. “We’ll get some of the paperwork out of the way and you can meet our manager. Trevor.” 

“He is a young manager, yes? Little experience?” Andre Luis asked as he observed his new surroundings. The executive suites were recently refurbished. Given the generous salary Rick managed to negotiate for him it was clear they had been given a lot of money from somewhere. Andre Luis tucked the leg of the sunglasses into the collar of his shirt. “I should like to know what plans he has for the team,” he added. 

He stopped at the trophy cabinets. Coldford City had the most trophies in local competitions. They were regular fixtures in the Super League which pit the best teams in the world against each other. There was a golden boot winner in the city but that trophy belonged across the street to rivals Coldford Dynamo and their own star striker, Samuel Connelly.  

Later that afternoon, Andre Luis was in the changing rooms he would call home. He had pulled on one of the shirts to prepare for the official press conference.  

“I should like ninety nine as my number,” Andre Luis instructed the young girl who was taking his kit requirements. “I always wear number ninety nine.”  

A woman came into the room. She wasn’t staff nor was she press. Andre Luis stood. 

“I don’t think you should be in here,” he protested.  

The woman’s painted red lips curled into a smile.  

“Don’t get excited,” she said. “Sit down.”  

Andre Luis found himself obeying. 

“My name is Tabitha. I like to keep a firm eye on what is going on here. My night club is something of an unofficial sponsor.” 

She sat on the bench beside him. Andre stretched out his long legs.  

“In tough times like these people still like to be entertained. You, my friend, are quite entertaining.” She reached out and playfully pushed his nose.  “By coming to the city you will make this area thrive again and that makes me very happy.”  

Andre Luis drew his hand along her thigh.  

“And you wish to show your appreciation? Is that it?”  

Tabitha laughed. It was a cold laughter, like she knew something he didn’t. She pulled her leg away and stood again.  

“Hardly,” she scoffed. “But the girls at my club would be sure to make you feel welcome.”  

She reached into the pocket of the fawn coloured coat she wore and produced a business card. It had the words KNOCK KNOCK CLUB on it. The logo was the frame of two women silhouetted in white.  

“Part of our sponsorship means you play well when we need you to, very well when you are asked and play not so well when when the situation calls for it.”  

“You mean throw a game?”enquired the footballer. He had done so once or twice with Luen for the right pay although he would never admit it.  

Tabitha grinned. Her front teeth had a gap between them that gave her a girlish quality. 

“Only when we need you to.”  

She took his arm and pulled him onto his feet.  

“I read in the news that you have some special appetites. You appreciate a – shall we say – dominant woman.” 

Andre Luis’ eyes widened. It had been all over the press in Luen when the police had raided one of his favourite clubs. They found him in a compromising position with a prostitute armed with a whip. It had been one of the reasons Rick sought out the move for him.  

Tabitha grinned again and suddenly her gap toothed smile seemed more animal than girlish.  

“I’m not judging. You could prove to be quite a valuable asset so I want to make you as happy as I can.” 

“Your club,” he hesitated trying to find the proper words in English. “They cater for that sort of thing?”  

Tabitha linked her arm through his and started to lead him towards the door. 

“They will cater for all of your little desires. The weirder the better,” she said. “If you bring as much of the old cash as Alex seems to think you will then my girls will do whatever you like. Just try not to get yourself injured.”  

She pulled the door open for him and they stepped out into the corridor.  

“But only if you are a good boy so go and do you little press dance, sign the papers and I’ll have a nice little reception waiting for you at Knock, Knock after your first game on Saturday.” 

Tabitha left the soccer player with Alex. When they were alone he asked, “who is that woman? Does she own the team?”  

Alex lowered his head. “Something like that,” he replied. “Did she invite you to Knock, Knock?”  

“She did.” 

“If you really want to get to know the Shady City then that’s best place to start.” 

Star striker Jean Andre Luis did visit the Knock, Knock club, He learned that in Shady City on and off the pitch it is more than a game.  

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